My garden is even glorious-er now
What with bursts of rain and heat. Stink tree’s constant rain of putrid pollen notwithstanding, it’s been a very gardeny sort of spring. And my pots survived some terrible storms. Or I would have cried for real.
The succulent bowl is back at it, replenished.
This chamomile seeded itself.
Bees buzz in these dangly flowers by the fence.
Nothing makes me happier than growing things.